curly's Clan

"Welcome to the Spiretops of Crafting!" One of the fae in front of you speaks in a monotonous yet fast voice, jade-toned frills fully extended outwards in excitement.

Soon busy speaking amongst other fae, she gets distracted, leaving you to explore your environs amongst the spiretops just Southeast of Dragonhome and Northeast of Plague territory- the only solid, crystalline ground around basically extending out of the water as a group of mountainous islands.

And on these spiretops are carved out various residences, glowing tails and pocket baubles in jars, hung by ropes to light up the workplaces in the mazelike catacombs. The scent of cooking meat and fish catches your nose, and amongst the sounds of hard work carving and smithing and so on are sounds of cheerful chatter.

And finally, up from nearer the base of the spiral comes a small male snapper, entirely red and pink in hue. "Dindiel there doesn't have the longest of attention spans, if you need help finding your way around, I'll gladly guide you along. Oh. And the name's Agent."